4 years, 2 months.
Ever since you started really talking, and especially now to the point you are actually chatty, the name I have called you has been “Squeaky”.
You have a soft, sweet little voice, that often sounds sad for no reason.
Any time you tell a story, you often begin with, “Yeah, p’cause…” as if it needs some melancholy explanation.
You make things sound so sad even though they are not actually sad at all.
So to me, the naturally name for you is Squeaky.
Anytime you call out to me to tell me something, with “Daddy…”
I instantly respond with, “Yes, Squeaky?”
That has become the norm for us.